His hands slid down her back, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Their mouths locked in a frenzied kiss as four hands struggled to remove clothes. Derek picked her up and walked out into the cool waves. He lowered her into the water, never releasing her kiss.
Kneeling on the sand, bodies jostled by the gentle push of the waves, Derek’s and Arianne’s mouths made love to each other. Every kiss was a declaration of love and future commitments. Their hands caressed each other’s bodies. Arianne’s fingers intertwined in his hair then glided down the wet skin to his hard thighs. Since Derek’s hands had cupped her bottom pressing their bodies together, she couldn’t grip her prize.
At last they separated with a gasp. Derek’s eyes flashed with an intensity Arianne had not seen before. “No one tells me what to do. But when you do, it’s such a sensual rush.”
“I want you, Derek. I want your hands and mouth all over my body. I want you deep inside me.”
“And I want nothing more than to satisfy your every desire.” He lifted her up and floated her on the surface. Pushing her legs apart, he slid under so her thighs were on his shoulders as he supported her hips and explored her sex with his tongue. The rocking of the waves with the lapping of his tongue created a carnal rhythm deep within her. She abandoned herself to those rhythms. The rise and fall of the water, the pauses as he spit out seawater and his caresses became Arianne’s whole world. Nothing could be any better than this moment. .
The rough brush of the sand on her shoulders brought her back to the real world. She opened her eyes. Derek had pushed her closer to the shore. She reached for his neck and pulled herself to him. As his hard cock slid into her, she felt the power of his love throbbing within her.
Using the salt water’s natural buoyancy she raised and lowered herself while he kissed and sucked her salty breasts. With her eyes closed and her back arched, she inhaled and waited for the joyous explosion deep inside. Derek pulled out of her. Her eyes opened. She stared at him, pupils dilated. “Now is when you are the most alive,” he said. “Can you feel it? Your power? The energy of your life.”
“Yes.” She reached for him, to resettle herself, but he pushed her away.
“That lust, that animal passion is what drives you. It makes you the incredible woman that you are. Say it. Tell me.”
“I love you Derek. I want you.”
“The truth.” His eyes refused to release her stare.
“I need you! Jeez, I need you. It has nothing to do with the money, or your looks or charm. It is your power. That power of yours to make me give my body completely to you.”
“Roll over. Hands and knees. Spread your legs.”
Her knees scraped across the white sand. “Equal. Like you said. I control you. You control me. Take me, please Derek.”
“I could ask you for anything right now and you’d give it to me, right?”
“Yes. Yes! What do you want? I’ll do anything. Please!”
As he slipped into her, he whispered, “All I ask is that you enjoy this next few moments.”
“You bastard!” But Arianne could not continue her thoughts. Derek gripped her by the hips and slid deep into her. Her breasts flopped back in forth splashing water up into her face. Her knees and hands ground into the sand. He slapped up against her as he tried to drive himself deeper and deeper into her. It seemed as though all thoughts left their minds, neither was even aware of the other. His pounding was all that mattered.
Neither would release first. Derek hammered into her like a crazed man. Each stroke only demanded another. “Tell me, Arianne!”
“NOW!” With exquisite convulsions both released.
* * * *
A seagull landed on the sand and pecked at a bit of dead fish that had washed up on the shore. It bobbed its head and screeched out the signal to protect its dinner. Startled from his nap, Derek yawned and opened his eyes. Above him was a clear blue sky. The sun glistened off the edge of an airplane. Was that a sign? Was it was time to go home? Arianne sighed. He rolled onto his side to face her and caressed her cheek. “Was it good for you?” he asked.
She yawned and contentedly sighed then her eyes popped open. “You bastard!”
“That’s the second time you called me that.”
“You used my line on me.”
“Yes, and it worked didn’t it?” Arianne glared and refused to answer him. “When you pulled that line on me, I had the most incredible orgasm. That’s what life is all about—who has the power. Who controls who? You want to dominate and control me. I want to control you. But as equals we are formidable. Pretty heady isn’t it.”
With a quick shove, she pushed Derek onto his back. Her eyes shone with a bestial passion and her voice was low. “I want you inside me. I should be exhausted and sore but I want more.” Kneeling next to him, she stroked his flaccid penis.
“I don’t think there is anything left. I’m spent,” he said.
* * * *
“I want you.” Her voice was edged with a passionate obsession. Something inside had taken control. Derek had no right to refuse her. She wanted him and he would please her. She straddled him and sat on his chest. “I want your mouth on me and in me. I want you to taste our mingled sex. Push me to my edge. Make me scream.” Before Derek could reply, Arianne settled her demanding pussy over his mouth, placed her hands under his head and held him in place.
* * * *
Puzzled by, but acutely aware of, the obsession that had overtaken Arianne, Derek slid his tongue along the outer edges of her folds. Fluttering little licks, he teased her. He could taste and smell the mixture of his sperm, her juices and seawater. When he touched her clitoris, her body tensed. It was as if she had never released herself in their lovemaking. He could sense she was as aroused now as when he had her in the water. With the tip his tongue he flicked at her. Each touch brought a hissing release as if a whip had caressed her skin.
The muscles in his jaw and neck began to scream, but he didn’t stop. Arianne’s hips rocked to and fro. Glancing up he could see her erect nipples, hardened from her inflamed passion. Her eyes were closed. Her face contorted with an emotion he couldn’t fathom. Her chest rose and fell with each pant. With an unexpected suddenness she released his head, allowing it to fall back onto the wet sand.
She pulled away and rotated one-hundred and eighty degrees then slipped his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Gripping him like a vice, she slid her wet lips along his shaft, urging him, forcing him to become aroused. Her hands alternated between tenderly squeezing and rolling his testicles to dragging her nails along his inner thighs. At last she had achieved her goal. He was fully erect and fully aroused. He struggled to get up, to place her on her back, but Arianne turned and stopped him. Pressing his shoulders into the sand she said, “No, I am mounting you.”
She dropped onto him, banging her buttocks onto his stomach. Derek tried to thrust up into her, but Arianne grabbed a testicle and softly directed, “Don’t move.”
He froze in obedience.
“Look at me. I want to watch your eyes as you come. I want to see the burning desire in your soul and I want to see the moment it’s released.”
Slowly she raised herself dragging her wet sex up and down his shaft. Her index and middle fingers held herself open so he could watch himself slide in and out of her. The other fondled her clitoris, ever so gently so she would not climax until she’d tortured him.
Derek’s eyes closed. “Arianne,” he moaned.
“Beg, Derek. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
“I want to come. I need you.”
“Why?” She increased her speed.
“Because I love you.”
“Why?”
“Arianne! Please! I can’t....”
“Answer me Derek, why do you love me?”
“I don’t know.”
Arianne froze her movements.
“Aah! Please.” He tried to thrust but she held his hips.
“Look at m
e! Why do you love me?”
“Because you are the only woman who can control me. We are equal. I don’t exist without you. I never existed until I met you. Oh God! Please Arianne!”
“We’re both at the same point. Who cums first?”
He placed his hand on her clitoris. “No first…together.”
She slowly raised and lowered her hips. “Tell me Derek.”
“Please. Let me…gawd this is so hard. I’ve never felt this before.”
Squirming her hips left and right, she flicked her tongue across his nipple. “The orgasm?”
“The submission. Your power. Your love!”
With demonic momentum, Arianne drove herself up and down his throbbing shaft. Eyes locked on each other, they both witnessed that moment of agonizing ecstasy. Both released themselves verbally and physically, their bodies convulsing with their orgasm’s release.
With a final shudder, Arianne collapsed on Derek’s chest. She felt him wiggle out from underneath, lift her and carry her back to the house. She wanted to say that she could walk, but she knew she didn’t have the strength. After he placed her on the bed, she felt it wobble as he climbed in beside her. She felt the tender kiss he placed on her lips, heard him sigh and then she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
He slept unaware of Arianne washing the salt water and sand from his body and then tucking him into bed. Arianne sat on the edge and watched him sleep. Her mind replayed their adventure. Satiated as she was, she knew she still desired to unite with him. There was one thing she had left to do. She dressed, scribbled a note on a paper then called a cab.
Darkness had fallen as the taxi stopped in front of XX-Cit-Tation. She used Derek’s tab to gain admission then walked into the hedonism of the club. Ordering a drink, she wandered around the dance floor. It was exactly the same as the first night she visited the place. What had changed was Arianne.
“I am surprised to find you here. Where is your white knight?” Randolph’s voice was soft in her ear.
“I don’t know. We had a fight and I thought he’d show up here.”
“You’re alone?” Arianne dropped her eyes and nodded her head. “You should never be alone. I fear we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s find a quiet place and talk. Tell me what happened between you and lover boy.”
For twenty minutes Arianne poured out a false story, dropping hints as to her dissatisfaction with Derek. His inability to control her—master as he was of the business world—but lacking the skills in bed. She let her tears flow and allowed herself to be comforted by Randolph.
“You were intrigued by the rooms below?”
“Yes.” She kept her voice at a soft whisper and did not look into his eyes.
“I sensed your needs when you entered.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “But Davenport and his ego interrupted us.”
“He couldn’t stand the fact you could dominate me when he failed. He tried to play your games. I laughed at him.”
“Would you ever laugh at me?”
Wide-eyed Arianne looked up and shook her head. “I could never laugh at you.”
“And if I desired proof?”
“Proof?”
“Strip. Expose yourself to me.”
Arianne stood and released the string on her top and allowed it to fall to the floor. She made the motion to cover her breasts but stopped herself. Reaching behind she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it she slid her hands into her lace panties and pushed them to her ankles. Standing before Randolph she waited, dressed only in a pair of black stiletto sandals.
His hand rose to her breast. His fingers trembled. Arianne told herself not to shrink away from his touch. Accept it like she should.
“You are beautiful,” he said. “Your breasts are full and firm. Your ass is so round.” She lowered her eyes and blushed. “Do you like pain, Arianne? Do you?”
“Yes.” It was a meek whisper but Randolph heard it.
“Will you accept pain for me?”
“Yes.”
“Put your hands up behind your head and arch your back so your breasts are fully exposed. Now, leave your clothes and follow me. As you follow me to my dungeon, I want you to be aware of the people who are staring at your naked body. Don’t feel shame. Feel pride. You are exposing your most vulnerable self to please me.” Randolph walked a circuitous route through the dancing patrons down the stairs and to a private room. “You know where to stand. Go.”
Arianne took her place on the carpet and reached up to grip the hand holds. “I have one request.”
“What is it my little one?”
“Don’t cover my eyes. Let me watch you instruct me. Leave my eyes uncovered so you can watch the pain in them.”
“I will not gag your mouth so you may express that pain. These walls are very thick and sound proof. No one will hear your screams. And there will be screaming. Do you accept?”
“I am ready to accept.”
“Why are you so ready? Do you truly love pain?”
“No I love power. I have tasted power and it is a heady drug. I am standing here ready and waiting for your touch, but you are trembling. Maybe it should be I that is commanding you.” His flinch was minuscule but Arianne saw it. “Do you want to touch this body? Do you want to enjoy yourself inside me?”
“Yes.” His voice was hoarse.
“You want to revel in what Derek has tasted and possessed.”
“Yes!”
“You want to own what Derek was unable to control.”
“Yes!”
“Then strip. We meet on equal terms.”
“I am the master!”
“I possess what you want therefore I have the power. Strip!” Slowly Randolph removed his shoes, shirt and pants then dropped his undershorts. Arianne smiled. Her hunch was right. His power and domination were poor substitutes for what he truly possessed. “Now you may have me. My breasts are yours to touch, suck or hurt. My ass is yours to caress or strike. But between my legs we save for dessert.”
“Your ass has needed paddling ever since I met you. You need to lose some of that edge.”
Somehow a naked Randolph was not masterful. Arianne bit her lip, trying not to smile in indulgence.
“Bring the black paddle. It will inflict the most pain.”
Arianne walked over to the table and selected a thick, heavy, black paddle. She returned and stood before Randolph. “Truth is an interesting thing. The reason you want to spank me is not to hurt me, but to fantasize that it is you who is receiving the blows. Isn’t it? You are the one who wants to submit. You are fascinated by me and you picked me out not to hurt me, but to be hurt by me.”
His brow darkened. “How dare you!”
She swung the paddle back and forth. “I dare because I know I am right. You’re nothing more than a pretender. You choose newbies, ones who are too nervous or overwhelmed to challenge you.”
His eyes remained focused on the swinging motion of the paddle. “I control my women!”
Arianne snorted. “You worship us. You wish to be controlled by us. The power you think you have is nothing. It is brought on by nerves and too much champagne. I was a fool to fall under your pathetic spell. Too much champagne, my head was clouded.” Holding the paddle by her side, she stood tall and directly in front of him. “Do you accept my command?”
Randolph started to speak but stopped himself.
“Answer or I walk out that door.”
“Yes!” He dropped to his knees. “Please may I worship your body? How I’ve longed to say that. When I saw you with Davenport, I knew who I wanted to serve. I assumed you wanted a powerful, domineering man so I came to you as that.”
“Then you lied to me. You were not who you said you were. You must be punished. Stand and take the position.” Randolph walked to the carpet and gripped the handholds. “You are allowed two words, harder and enough. If your ass isn’t burning and tears are not streaming down your face then do not
say enough. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“What is your desire?”
“Punish me. Teach me never to lie.”
Arianne swung the paddle, but found it was too heavy for her liking. “Close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you. If they open I will blindfold you and not allow you moments to stare at my naked body.”
She crossed the room and tossed the paddle onto the table. She picked up a smaller one, slapped it onto her hand, and tossed it aside. Walking back to Randolph, she slowly circled him. He stiffened when he sensed she was near.
After a soft knock on the door, she tiptoed over, carefully turned the handle, pulled it opened and smiled at Derek. He was holding the slip she’d written her message on. She put her forefinger to her lips and stood aside for him to enter. Derek paused, stared at Randolph, stifled a chuckle and dropped Arianne’s clothes by the door.
“What I feel you need Randolph, is total helplessness.” She tossed a leather strap around his wrists and secured him to the handholds.
While she did this, the door opened and two people walked in and stood by the wall. Arianne released the chain that held the handhold in place and lowered it, instructing Randolph to kneel. She stood before him, grabbed his head and pressed his face into her pussy. “Lick me. Taste me.”
Randolph stuck out his tongue and licked the length of her cunt.
She moved back so he could not reach her. “Do you know what that is? That is my sex mingled with Derek’s. He had me today. And I had him. We made mad animal love on the beach. We screamed and exploded. And it was powerful and it was good. Oh, and one last thing, open your eyes and say hello to Derek.”
“What?” Randolph struggled with his bonds. He glared at Derek then watched as two more people entered the room. Strangers who would watch him suffer the humiliation of being crushed by Arianne. “You bitch! You lied to me.”
“Yes, I did and you were dumb and desperate enough to believe me. You preyed on what you thought was a mouse. You thought you could control me. Power trip for the big bad Randolph. Well this mouse is truly a lioness and I bite.”
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